CSI: NY

Mac: Who calls 911, asks for help, says they're dying and then cuts out before help can arrive? Stella: Maybe our caller broke in, saw the body, made the anonymous call to lead us to the vic and then took off. Flack: So he pulls a b and e to rob the place, then turns good Samaritan? I'll remember to thank him before I toss his ass in jail. Stella: I don't think burglary was the motive. This place is full of antiques. He could have picked it clean. Mac: Whoever broke in was here for something else.

Deborah Martin: Deborah Martin, FBI Personnel Office. I was cleared by Detective Mac Taylor and I'm here observing the lab, procedures, work environment. We're actually considering someone from this facility for our own lab. Adam: Someone from here is moving to the FBI? Deborah Martin: Mm-hmm. Adam: Wow. That's a big deal. Deborah Martin: Yes, it is. Adam: (Chuckles) It's Jake, isn't it? It's Jake. I mean, he's such a... sorry, did I cross the line? Jake and I, we just, you know, applied at the same time together and, I... I mean, he is... Deborah Martin: Actually, it's Haylen Becall. Adam: Wow. Really?

Sid: Did you know that between 400 and 1400 A.D. there was a common belief that mummia was a potent medicine with curative powers? People used to grind up mummy parts and put them on their bodies to get well when they were sick. Stella: Mmm, 'take two milligrams of mummy and call me in the morning'. Sid: (Laughs) Something like that. Mac: Sid, I thought you had hobbies outside of work. Sid: I take it my interest in the history of my profession and the fascinating world of the post-mortem does not strike you as an... enjoyable pastime? Mac: Let's take him to a Jets game this weekend.

Danny: Jones put up seed money for Harding's invention business, but it sounds like their deal eventually went sour 'cause Harding filed a suit in 1923 for patent infringement but it was dismissed. Jones comes up missing shortly after. Mac: Sam Harding had motive to make that happen. Harding thought Jones stabbed him in the back and when he didn't win in court, he got revenge. Danny: We just solved an 86-year-old murder. Not bad for a half a day's work. Mac: Well, it gives us the rest of the day to tackle the remaining unanswered questions: who broke into the penthouse? And who made the 911 call?

Mac: (About Richard Lawson) If this guy's a successful real estate agent, what's he doing breaking into Sam Harding's penthouse? Stella: Well, before he died, Harding set up a trust to take care of his home, keep it empty after his death. Nobody was allowed to go inside, not even the building's super or maintenance man. Mac: He wanted to hide the fact that he murdered Walter Jones and left him there to rot. Stella: His secret and Jones's body would've remained undiscovered, except this week the rule against perpetuities went into effect. Mac: That stops dead people from owning property forever. Stella: Right. Which means the penthouse was just about to be put up for auction by the state.

Stella: We can't find Richard Lawson. Danny: Have you tried the penthouse? Mac: Flack searched the place twice. Danny: Well, no disrespect to Donnie boy you might want to try again. When I processed the static lifts from the ceiling, I found footprints with directionality. All right, now, all of them were moving into the room, nothing coming out. So nobody went back up that rope. Stella: Flack said that the front door was bolted from the inside when he responded to the 911 call. Lawson didn't use that door when he left. Mac: Has to be another way out. Danny: Or not.

Flack: Power's back on. Stella: Well, that took long enough. Flack: Guess the switch was in Jersey.

Mac: Richard Lawson's got to be in this penthouse. There was no evidence suggesting he ever got out of here. Stella: Do we rule out vanishing into thin air?

Mac: There's concrete behind this plaster. It's pretty damn thick. Stella: Why would you have cement interior walls on the 25th floor of a New York city penthouse? Mac: There may be hidden passages between these rooms.

Mac: This whole house is a murder weapon.

Mac: It's a giant slide puzzle that's already been solved. Stella: And the reward for putting the last piece of the puzzle... is to be impaled by a swinging bed of knives.

Mac: Sam Harding was an inventor. This room, maybe this entire penthouse was his greatest creation. Flack: Okay. Knowing that, how do we find Richard Lawson? Mac: We play Sam Harding's game. Stella: Things just got a lot more difficult. Mac: And a lot more dangerous.

Adam: (Visibly upset because Haylen got the job with the FBI) I... I'm sorry, Mac. I'm just kind of off my game today.

Mac: I need an updated floor plan. Find out if one exists. Adam: I'm on it, boss. Danny: Are you? What's wrong with you? Adam: (Still upset because Haylen got the job with the FBI) No, I... I... I'm fine.

Stella: (To Mac, after a trick reveals a passage leading to a new room inside the house) I'll shoot you if you say 'ladies first'.

Danny: So Adam's got his boxers all in a twist because Haylen's getting a job with the FBI. Hawkes: Yeah? Good for her. And why does Adam care anyway? Didn't he think she was after his job? Danny: I think he had a little crush on her.

Hawkes: It's an old phonograph cylinder. One of the original mediums for reproducing and recording sound. Danny: Wow, it's kind of like the first iPod.

Stella: How did he get in here without playing musical furniture? We had to rearrange that entire room before the door opened.

Flack: I'm here with a downstairs tenant who's complaining about a water leak coming from above her. Mac: A leak? The water's been shut off in that penthouse for years. Flack: All right, I'll look into it. Mac: Death by knife, death by fire... if Paula Davis is up there, she's drowning.

Adam: Listen, for what it's worth, erm... Haylen is really great, really competent, really smart. And... erm, I mean, I didn't know her that well, but I just know she's the type of person that's meant to work in that field. She's smart and talented... Deborah Martin: And you're really happy she's leaving because she was threatening your job. Adam: What? No, no. Who... who told you that? Was it Jake? Deborah Martin: Everyone. Adam: That is so not true. Me? Threatened? Please. Wait. (Elevator doors close and Deborah leaves) How... how many people said that? Whatever.